Happiness often arrives quietly and leaves while people are still waiting for fireworks.

People expect happiness to be loud, so they miss it in its actual form, which is usually low and undramatic and easily mistaken for nothing much. Waiting for a peak experience means walking through many good afternoons without registering them. The fireworks are rare, and their rarity is not a defect in your life.

Recalibrate what you are looking for. If a day was calm, if you were absorbed in something, if a conversation was easy, that was the thing. Count it as such rather than filing it as ordinary.